Текст и перевод песни Traditional feat. L'Arpeggiata, Christina Pluhar, Lucilla Galeazzi & Marco Beasley - Tarantella calabrese

Tarantella calabrese

Beatu sia lu santu sacramentu!
Evviva di lu Carminu Maria

Beatu sia lu santu sacramentu!
Evviva di lu Carminu Maria

Santu tu Pascalu bellu Baylonne,
Tu si' lu prutetturi de li donne

E mannammillu bonu nu maritu
Che sia jiancu, russu o culuritu

Na-na-na-neddra, quattro sordi di caciucaveddra
E nu caveciu a la gunneddra u vantesinu ppi ll'aria va'

Na-na-na-neddra, quattro sordi di caciucaveddra
E nu caveciu a la gunneddra u vantesinu ppi ll'aria va'

E la figlia di Bellavia,
Chi natichi tunni chi minni ci avia
Puru la mamma ci lu dicia,
"Chi natichi tunni mia figlia Lucia"

E la figlia di Bellavia,
Chi natichi tunni chi minni ci avia
Puru la mamma ci lu dicia,
"Chi natichi tunni mia figlia Lucia"

O nicchiu nicchiu nicchiu chi vai 'ndurmiannu
Gaddrini nun ce stanno ntra sti contorni
E ce ne sta una sula e va cantannu
Lu patre ha dittu ca l'è piccolina

Abballati, abballati ommini schetti e maritati,
E si nun abballati bonu nun vi cantu e nun vi sonu,

Si nun abballati pulitu e ci lu dici a lu vostru zitu,
E abballati, abballati, fimmini schetti e maritati.

E ientu de sciroccu e tramuntana dammi la forza ca trovo la via
E cu stu cantu u paradisu 'n chiana la grazia di lu Carmine Maria.

Calabrian Tarantella

Blessed be the holy sacrament!
Long live Our Lady of Mount Carmel

Blessed be the holy sacrament!
Long live Our Lady of Mount Carmel

Saint Pascal Baylon, you are beautiful,
You are the protector of women

And give me a good husband
Whether he be white, red or coloured

Na-na-na-neddra, four pennies for a caciucaveddra
And a scarf on my shoulder, the fan for the air

Na-na-na-neddra, four pennies for a caciucaveddra
And a scarf on my shoulder, the fan for the air

And the daughter of Bellavia,
She was born with tunni (a type of pastry) and minni (a type of sweet) on her
Even her mother told her,
"You were born with tunni my daughter Lucia"

And the daughter of Bellavia,
She was born with tunni and minni on her
Even her mother told her,
"You were born with tunni my daughter Lucia"

Oh little chick, little chick, little chick, you go to sleep
There are no roosters in these parts
And there is only one, and she goes singing
Her father said she is small

Dance, dance, men, clean and married,
And if you don’t dance well, I won’t sing and I won’t play music for you,

If you don’t dance clean, and tell your son this,
And dance, dance, women, clean and married.

The wind from the sirocco and tramontana, give me the strength to find my way
And with this song, paradise in the plains, the grace of Our Lady of Mount Carmel.